My friend is a surgeon.
He will have another operation.
Patient - a gentle woman with intelligent manners: through the word
“I’m sorry, for God’s sake, please,” “Let me ask,” “I’m afraid to bother you,” etc.

Immediately before the operation, having learned that there is an intervention under local anesthesia, the patient squeezes the doctors with literary sharpness and reads the memory of A. P. Chekhov's "Surgery" (where, if anyone forgot about removing the tooth).

Here the operation begins. The specialist works virtuously - the actions are worked out to automation. But he understands that somehow his caregiver feels bad: sluggish, pale, weak. Pulse of insignificant filling.
Upon request to raise the right hand - moves the left. She says, “Open your eyes, and she doesn’t react.

Then he asks the patient: What is it? What is happening?

“Dear Alexey Illich,” she replied. I didn’t want to open you.
But apparently it will have to. I am a philosopher of education,
In recent years he has worked for WSJ. The warehouse. I beg you, the pigeon, not
Ask about the reasons for changing jobs. Especially since some of the
You can guess it yourself with a simple deduction.

Very well, the surgeon said. How it affects your bad.
The self feeling?
- Influences thus, gold you our sculpture, that in the presence of you and
Your colleagues have forced me to abandon some habits.
Acquired at the last job.

In fact, do not refuse. We now have any means.
in advance.
- Do you really think so, magical Alexey Ilyich?
and Absolutely.
Please forgive me in advance.
Not a question.
So I start...?
and forward.
- Yes, fucking,... banana in the mouth, this is a p...child of some kind, u... fear as
The most valuable killer. These are the E.A.s at the farm.
Some x. ynu in the ampoules were damaged, or yours, fucking, conductor
freezing, fucking, by the box, fucking, or by the nervous beam, nach. I am
A very patient puppy. I used to have drunk workers.
The carrier barely gave half the ass - and it wasn't the eagle. Everything has
The limits, of course! ...
Oh, forgive me, forgive me, but still do something, unseen.
by Alexei Illich!

The patient, burning all this with a re-reader, broke in front of her eyes. Pulse gained stability and satisfactory filling.
At the same time, Alexey Ilyich added a little anesthetic.
The rest of the time he worked, urging the patient to tell her about her feelings in the way she used to.

The operation went without complications.

By writing out, she turned a little red and declamated Barkov’s mouth.